Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roger Hodgson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.